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    <body><![CDATA[The beginning of this promises for it to be a more traditionally formed novel than Kundera's well-known, more free-form books, like <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/search/search?q= The Unbearable Lightness Of Being" title=" The Unbearable Lightness Of Being"> The Unbearable Lightness Of Being</a> or <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/search/search?q= The Book Of Laughter And Forgetting." title=" The Book Of Laughter And Forgetting."> The Book Of Laughter And Forgetting.</a> The book deals with the main character's adolescence, although the first section lingers on ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/2815047">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[کوندرا را به این دلیل بسیار دوست دارم که مرا در چهارچوب بسته ی یک روایت زندانی نمی کند. خواندن کونرا مثل این است که دوستی را پس از سال ها در یک کافه ملاقات کنید و در حال...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/50698">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[This book is worth reading, if not for any other reason (though there are many), for the scene where Xavier abandons Jaromil. So many interesting ideas are explored in the novel, but most are not realised fully--and this adds to the charm. It is still fertile for consideration while not taking the m...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/51662949">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Another favorite of all the Kundera books.  A bit of an Oedipus story.  Again, I'm not sure that I fall in love with his style of writing--with Kundera it is all about digging around in the psychological world and how it drives us though life.  Constant mirrors, acting, reacting, tempting fate, push...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/23927592">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Killer.  Another triumph from the Unbearable Lightness of Being author.  It's the life of a poet, interwoven with the lives of several other poets, that takes place in socialist Czechoslovakia.  So eventually the poet comes of age (and out from under his mother's very intimate and involved parenting...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/19822316">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I really liked this book.  It was very...Czech.  I could see a little bit of similarity with Kafka's work, for example.  The writing was excellent and I could not guess what was going to happen before Kundera let on.<br/><br/>Lending to Amber M.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[i was immediately intriuged with the title alone...this book was my first exposure to Kundera, and i had procrastinated on reading him for a long time, which i now regret. this book is amazing, it goes quick and the story moves at a nice pace, following a boy from his birth to his manhood. eloquent ...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/15184066">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[The classic Portrait of the Czech Artist as a Young Man. Almost sentimental in its attention to the nasty gritty detail of revolution, history, dreams, youth, art, love, life, everything else. Above all, the falling short of every lofty thing. <br/><br/>Kundera's got this amazing knack for focusin...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/7520671">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[&quot;Others always came on time according to a well-arranged schedule, so they lived their whole lives without surprise.&quot;<br/><br/><br/>&quot;(every event was welcome in his monotonous desert)&quot;]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p> The author initially intended to call this novel, <em> The Lyrical Age</em>. The lyrical age, according to Kundera, is youth, and this novel, above all, is an epic of adolescence; an ironic epic that tenderly erodes sacrosanct values: childhood, motherhood, revolution, and even poetry. Jaromil is in fact a poet. His mother made hima poet and accompanies him (figuratively) to his love bed and (literally) to his deathbed. A ridiculous and touching character, horrifying and totally innocent (&quot;innocence with its bloody smile&quot;!), Jaromil is at the same time a true poet. He's no creep, he's Rimbaud. Rimbaud entrapped by the communist revolution, entrapped in a somber farce.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[I don't know what to say really, I liked this book but it didn't grab me the way The Unbearable Lightness of Being did. It's beautifully written, for sure, and has some moments of great insight, but it's not going on my Top 10 list or anything.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[Black humor bordering on blasphemy...and so well done. There's a level of tittilation an American reader can derive from the glib way he treats abortion. It's not particularly shallow, just uninhibited by the high emotion that issue draws out of people here. <br/>The story's structure is based on m...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/9233677">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I group this novel with 'This Side of Paradise' and 'A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man' in a trilogy of the modernist Bildungsroman.]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I read this years ago.<br/><br/>I thought it was good. Funny.]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p> The author initially intended to call this novel, <em> The Lyrical Age</em>. The lyrical age, according to Kundera, is youth, and this novel, above all, is an epic of adolescence; an ironic epic that tenderly erodes sacrosanct values: childhood, motherhood, revolution, and even poetry. Jaromil is in fact a poet. His mother made hima poet and accompanies him (figuratively) to his love bed and (literally) to his deathbed. A ridiculous and touching character, horrifying and totally innocent (&quot;innocence with its bloody smile&quot;!), Jaromil is at the same time a true poet. He's no creep, he's Rimbaud. Rimbaud entrapped by the communist revolution, entrapped in a somber farce.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[This is such a boy book.  Coming of age, whatever.]]></body>
    
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    <![CDATA[<p> The author intially intended to call this noel, <em> The Lyrical Age</em>. The lyrical age, according to Kundera, is youth, and this novel, above all, is an epic of adolescence; an ironic epic that tenderly erodes scarosanct values: childhood, motherhood, revolution, and even poetry. Jaromil is in fact a poet. His mother made hima poet and accompanies him (figuratively) to his love bed and (literally) to his deathbed. A ridiculous and touching character, horrifying and totally innocent (&quot;innocence with its bloody smile&quot;!), Jaromil is at the same time a true poet. He's no creep, he's Rimbaud. Rimbaud entrapped by the communist revolution, entrapped in a somber farce.</p>]]>
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    <body><![CDATA[interesting how the story develop..<br/><br/>from a young girl in search of love and ready to leave everything for the lover.. seems so naive but change much time after time..she become very possesive to her real love-of-her-life, her son...the poet.<br/><br/>Jaromil the poet.. was born unwanted...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/51819797">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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    <body><![CDATA[I consider this novel, 'A Portrait of the Artist,' and 'This Side of Paradise' to be all of one vein. A young and sensitive man -- in at least two cases a 'mama's boy' -- casts off the illusions of youth, with not much to show for it. Reductive? Yes. However, this is a Facebook applet, not a dissert...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/12948662">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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